Collapse Chronicles
–Out now. The Chronicle has begun to dissolve. That is the first line on the back cover. It is also, more literally…
Collapse Chronicles
–Out now. The orchard has been listening for a long time. That is the first line on the back cover. It is…
Collapse Chronicles
–Out now. The trucks stopped at 2:17 a.m. on a Wednesday. Not because the engines failed. They still turned over fine. The…
Poems from the Fault Line
–—Svalbard, 78°14′N, 15°29′E You were builtnot for now,but for the afterward.For the hush after the howl,the smoke after the signing of the…
Poems from the Fault Line
––a solitary thinker walks through the wreckage of civilization, grasping for certainty amid the detritus of failed systems, lost gods, and broken…
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